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re: Songwriters-what's your process?
Posted on 10/22/24 at 9:09 am to el Gaucho
Posted on 10/22/24 at 9:09 am to el Gaucho
Sure bud.
fr33manator@gmail.com
And I've got hundreds of song written in several genres
Mostly country/folk and rock with a smattering of blues and Motown. That's not even counting the sea shanties and Irish folk style story songs.
I could probably make about 5-6 full albums if I had the right musical accompaniment.
fr33manator@gmail.com
And I've got hundreds of song written in several genres
Mostly country/folk and rock with a smattering of blues and Motown. That's not even counting the sea shanties and Irish folk style story songs.
I could probably make about 5-6 full albums if I had the right musical accompaniment.
Posted on 10/22/24 at 9:10 am to MontanaMax
quote:
As I tell my bandmate, “there is no such thing as a bad lyric. Just a miss-used lyric”
Is that intentional? If so it's clever
Posted on 10/22/24 at 9:29 am to fr33manator
I sent you a song
It doesn’t wanna let me send more than one at a time
It doesn’t wanna let me send more than one at a time
Posted on 10/22/24 at 9:31 am to el Gaucho
I got it. Man send me as many as you feel like. I drive around all day so it's easy to listen.
See the music is what I'm missing to mine. I mean I have the tune in my head and can sing it acapella, but I know it needs that accompaniment
In fact listening to your sound I've got one I recently finished that may be smack dab in your style
See the music is what I'm missing to mine. I mean I have the tune in my head and can sing it acapella, but I know it needs that accompaniment
In fact listening to your sound I've got one I recently finished that may be smack dab in your style
This post was edited on 10/22/24 at 9:33 am
Posted on 10/22/24 at 9:46 am to fr33manator
Well damn boys, I wanna hear some original tunes and lyrics. Hell, I’ll try and put some music to your lyrics if you’d like. I do that for a buddy of mine a good bit. He and I were play different styles so he likes hearing my interpretation.
Posted on 10/22/24 at 10:00 am to MontanaMax
What's your style? Not trying to give you a Motown hit when you are rock or country.
You looking for a funny country song?
A hard hitting hard rock war anthem?
Reflective folk tune?
Here's one I just started working on,
Will finish in a bit but you can get the melody with the verse and chorus down and it'll repeat.
A Baw-dy song
[verse]
Well a Baw is a man who is not without flaws,
Yeah he don't give a damn about guidelines or laws,
Gonna do what he wants and he'll do it his way,
Doesn't care about Karen or her HOA,
Well a Baw is a guy, wears his scars tough as nails,
You know he ain't afraid of no bars or no jails,
But he ain't got the time, for the whines of they/thems,
And you're tempting fate wagging your finger at him,
[chorus]
Yeah he's just living life for his children and wife,
He relaxes with tokin' and liquor,
And he don't give a damn, but if you cross him man,
He'll take pleasure in bunchin your knickers,
But if you cross the line, he's inclined, to remind, you,
With one swipe of his big ol bear paw,
Why you don't mess with baws
[verse]
He might drive a big truck, or a used minivan,
And he don't mince his words about stuff he can't stand,
Well, he likes his beef jerked, and his steak nearly raw,
And if you do him wrong, it'll stick in his craw,
Some folks might call him trash and give him a bad rap,
Say whatever you want, he don't put up with crap,
Well, he lives like he loves, blunt and honest, but true,
You'll be shittin' your britches,
if he comes after you,
[bridge]
you know looks can be deceiving,
Things ain't always what they seem,
Yeah he might break out a hammer,
Even if he's still wearin' mom jeans,
Yeah it's best to not go messin'
Cause you know, he don't fight fair,
Just some friendly advice,
He's nice until you poke the bear,
[chorus]
Yeah he's just living life for his children and wife,
He relaxes with tokin' and liquor,
And he don't give a damn, but if you cross him man,
He'll take pleasure in bunchin your knickers,
But if you cross the line, he's inclined, to remind, you,
With one swipe of his big ol bear paw,
Why you don't mess with baws
You looking for a funny country song?
A hard hitting hard rock war anthem?
Reflective folk tune?
Here's one I just started working on,
Will finish in a bit but you can get the melody with the verse and chorus down and it'll repeat.
A Baw-dy song
[verse]
Well a Baw is a man who is not without flaws,
Yeah he don't give a damn about guidelines or laws,
Gonna do what he wants and he'll do it his way,
Doesn't care about Karen or her HOA,
Well a Baw is a guy, wears his scars tough as nails,
You know he ain't afraid of no bars or no jails,
But he ain't got the time, for the whines of they/thems,
And you're tempting fate wagging your finger at him,
[chorus]
Yeah he's just living life for his children and wife,
He relaxes with tokin' and liquor,
And he don't give a damn, but if you cross him man,
He'll take pleasure in bunchin your knickers,
But if you cross the line, he's inclined, to remind, you,
With one swipe of his big ol bear paw,
Why you don't mess with baws
[verse]
He might drive a big truck, or a used minivan,
And he don't mince his words about stuff he can't stand,
Well, he likes his beef jerked, and his steak nearly raw,
And if you do him wrong, it'll stick in his craw,
Some folks might call him trash and give him a bad rap,
Say whatever you want, he don't put up with crap,
Well, he lives like he loves, blunt and honest, but true,
You'll be shittin' your britches,
if he comes after you,
[bridge]
you know looks can be deceiving,
Things ain't always what they seem,
Yeah he might break out a hammer,
Even if he's still wearin' mom jeans,
Yeah it's best to not go messin'
Cause you know, he don't fight fair,
Just some friendly advice,
He's nice until you poke the bear,
[chorus]
Yeah he's just living life for his children and wife,
He relaxes with tokin' and liquor,
And he don't give a damn, but if you cross him man,
He'll take pleasure in bunchin your knickers,
But if you cross the line, he's inclined, to remind, you,
With one swipe of his big ol bear paw,
Why you don't mess with baws
This post was edited on 10/22/24 at 10:27 am
Posted on 10/22/24 at 10:45 am to fr33manator
My band is more of a roots rock style band but that is pretty fluid. I have songs that are country/bluesy rock/folk/singer songwriter/ etc.
I never really write with a specific style in mind. I do add the progression, then take what I have to the band and we flesh it out as it needs to go.
ETA: all that to say, the vocal melody will and feel of the lyrics will give me the style
I never really write with a specific style in mind. I do add the progression, then take what I have to the band and we flesh it out as it needs to go.
ETA: all that to say, the vocal melody will and feel of the lyrics will give me the style
This post was edited on 10/22/24 at 10:47 am
Posted on 10/22/24 at 11:04 am to MontanaMax
If you want to email me I'll send an acapella recording that can give you an idea of melody and how it's sung
Posted on 10/22/24 at 8:38 pm to el Gaucho
Good stuff.
I especially liked the line "she had a look of Depression like John Steinbeck."
It's clever
You've got some good Rock-a-Billy rhythms.
I did over a decade in the plants. Money I made wasn't worth the time I missed.
Wrote this one working a refinery in south east Texas
West Texas Days
Vs1:
Well I needed money,
Had to lighten my load.
So I said my goodbyes,
And set out on the road,
Chasin that paper,
Just to make the ends meet,
The only thing certain,
Is death and high taxes,
And these boots on my feet,
Chorus:
And it’s West Texas days,
Or east Texas nights,
The only thing that don’t change,
Are these neon lights,
Lonely hotel rooms,
Meals from a sack,
And lord I miss home,
But I don’t know,
If I can ever go back,
Vs2:
Well I knew a lady,
That was pretty as sin,
And she’d send me pictures,
In not much more than skin,
Her old man didn’t like it,
And he made it real clear,
That I’d have a bullet,
Waiting for me,
If I showed up back there,
Chorus:
And it’s West Texas days,
Or east Texas nights,
The only thing that don’t change,
Are these neon lights,
Lonely hotel rooms,
Meals from a sack,
And lord I miss home,
But I don’t know,
If I can ever go back,
Bridge:
Well these reckless, restless highways,
Just roll on, roll on, roll on,
Things just ain't been going my way,
For so long, so long, so long,
And it's all I can do,
To just make it through,
One more lonely day on my own,
But it's ride or get thrown...
Musical interlude
Vs3:
Well I pay the bills on,
A house where I don’t live,
Send my ex wife money,
It’s all I have to give,
Yeah I miss my children,
My family and friends,
Well the road just gets longer,
But the hunger gets stronger,
Just don’t know where it ends.
Chorus:
So it’s West Texas days,
Or east Texas nights,
The only thing that don’t change,
Are these neon lights
Lonely hotel rooms,
Meals from a sack,
And lord I miss home,
But I don’t know,
If I can ever go back,
I especially liked the line "she had a look of Depression like John Steinbeck."
It's clever
You've got some good Rock-a-Billy rhythms.
I did over a decade in the plants. Money I made wasn't worth the time I missed.
Wrote this one working a refinery in south east Texas
West Texas Days
Vs1:
Well I needed money,
Had to lighten my load.
So I said my goodbyes,
And set out on the road,
Chasin that paper,
Just to make the ends meet,
The only thing certain,
Is death and high taxes,
And these boots on my feet,
Chorus:
And it’s West Texas days,
Or east Texas nights,
The only thing that don’t change,
Are these neon lights,
Lonely hotel rooms,
Meals from a sack,
And lord I miss home,
But I don’t know,
If I can ever go back,
Vs2:
Well I knew a lady,
That was pretty as sin,
And she’d send me pictures,
In not much more than skin,
Her old man didn’t like it,
And he made it real clear,
That I’d have a bullet,
Waiting for me,
If I showed up back there,
Chorus:
And it’s West Texas days,
Or east Texas nights,
The only thing that don’t change,
Are these neon lights,
Lonely hotel rooms,
Meals from a sack,
And lord I miss home,
But I don’t know,
If I can ever go back,
Bridge:
Well these reckless, restless highways,
Just roll on, roll on, roll on,
Things just ain't been going my way,
For so long, so long, so long,
And it's all I can do,
To just make it through,
One more lonely day on my own,
But it's ride or get thrown...
Musical interlude
Vs3:
Well I pay the bills on,
A house where I don’t live,
Send my ex wife money,
It’s all I have to give,
Yeah I miss my children,
My family and friends,
Well the road just gets longer,
But the hunger gets stronger,
Just don’t know where it ends.
Chorus:
So it’s West Texas days,
Or east Texas nights,
The only thing that don’t change,
Are these neon lights
Lonely hotel rooms,
Meals from a sack,
And lord I miss home,
But I don’t know,
If I can ever go back,
Posted on 10/22/24 at 9:46 pm to fr33manator
I come up with a title, a hook, or a verse, then it dies because I can't take it any further.
Posted on 10/22/24 at 10:35 pm to FightinTigersDammit
quote:
I come up with a title, a hook, or a verse, then it dies because I can't take it any further.
So you just give up?
Post something, anything. I bet we can find some threads hanging off of it to take it further
Posted on 10/22/24 at 11:30 pm to fr33manator
I did complete the lyrics to one song, but I don't write music.
I do have a title I've had in mind for a long time. It would make a perfect George Strait song.
"If You're Tired of Lookin for Mister Right (Would You Settle for Mister Right Now?)"
I do have a title I've had in mind for a long time. It would make a perfect George Strait song.
"If You're Tired of Lookin for Mister Right (Would You Settle for Mister Right Now?)"
Posted on 10/23/24 at 5:55 am to FightinTigersDammit
quote:
"If You're Tired of Lookin for Mister Right (Would You Settle for Mister Right Now?)"
I think this is a really good idea. It's a really good hook, with a lot of meat on it.
I think if I were going to try to write this, I would probably whittle it down some to make it more simple to sing and simplify the tune.
Something like "Maybe I aint Mr. Right- but I'm Mr. here right now".
I just picked up my guitar and the first thing I tried was a simple G-Em-C-G progression with a sort of J.D. Souther feel, maybe Jim Lauderdale. It sort of fell right into place.
" Mr. Right Just For Tonight"?
This post was edited on 10/23/24 at 8:14 am
Posted on 10/23/24 at 6:22 am to fr33manator
quote:
But it's still partly built.
There is always a disconnect between the music and lyrics. I think I would be better off if I didn’t take the music as far as I do, it typically wears me out. But I do it in garage band in a phone or iPad which I’m sure doesn’t help.
Committing lyrics to paper is difficult. But I know from one of your recent posts I’m a lot like you in that I could easily waste a day or two manically writing something and blocking other things out. And it can come out of nowhere
Edit: I’ll inevitably spend too much time on it and have another idea before by the time I’m ready to waste another few days
This post was edited on 10/23/24 at 6:39 am
Posted on 10/23/24 at 8:19 am to fr33manator
quote:
So you just give up?
It’s not a bad idea
I usually write a couple songs a week and it’s not good for anything. The only way to be successful in music now is to have a dad in the cia but it’s been that way for a while. If you could shut off this part of your brain now and just go back to listening to foo fighters and rhcp and eating fast food your mental health would benefit most likely
Posted on 10/23/24 at 8:35 am to OceanMan
quote:
But I know from one of your recent posts I’m a lot like you in that I could easily waste a day or two manically writing something and blocking other things out. And it can come out of nowhere
Which is I like songwriting and poetry. The more concentrated format makes me tell the story in about 3-5 minutes, and I can knock that out in an hour or 2.
The Tiger Dicks saga consumed about 8 hours. A fun write, sure. But very few will take the time to read something it took me 8 hours to write
But maybe I can hook you into a 5 minute read or listen
Posted on 10/23/24 at 8:38 am to el Gaucho
quote:
If you could shut off this part of your brain now and just go back to listening to foo fighters and rhcp and eating fast food your mental health would benefit most likely
I don't know how many times I've thought about this and have had other people say it.
Truth is though, I really enjoy the process of all of it, from writing, to recording to pitching songs. It can be frustrating sometimes, but so is fishing and fishing costs a lot more money, if you get serious about it.
I love going to Nashville to pitch stuff even though it doesn't always go like I want it to. I usually get to pick with some cool people and even hang out with some really hot women sometimes.
What's not to love?
Posted on 10/23/24 at 9:01 am to auggie
quote:
I don't know how many times I've thought about this and have had other people say it.
I’m gonna be in line if they ever bring back lobotomies
quote:
Truth is though, I really enjoy the process of all of it, from writing, to recording to pitching songs. It can be frustrating sometimes, but so is fishing and fishing costs a lot more money, if you get serious about it.
I suppose this is true and I’ve made a lot of music friends
We are truly cooked as Americans. Essentially doomed to do something we don’t like to survive and support doing things we do like all while they dangle famous fishermen and musicians in our face to convince us to spend more money at bass pro and guitar center even though the people that get to do it for a living are hand picked by the industry and not because of merit
Tbh I buy my stuff from junkies off fb marketplace
It’s kind of unfair because if you live in an undeveloped country and don’t want to be a hamster on a wheel you can dig your own well and subsistence farm and be just fine but if you try to do that here the irs and atf make an example of you
Posted on 10/23/24 at 9:06 am to auggie
I just love telling stories, especially in a tight medium. I can create little movies with rhymes and make these larger than life characters.
Like last night I was just about to go to bed and got this booger in my brain.
"there's a Moor on the moor"
And it just wouldn't get out.
So I jotted down my thoughts and got this chorus
[chorus]
He's a Moor, on the moor,
Restless riding through the night,
And what's more he's got a price upon his skull,
But Lenore, his amore,
Waiting by the candlelight,
Fervent prayers as lidless moon is watching full
But then I had to ask questions, who was the Moor and how did he get to the moor?
What is he running from? Who is Lenore and why is she his amore.
I know where I'm eventually going to get, but how to reach that place and tell the story?
So I'd sleep a little, wake up, and answer a question.
So far I've got this
Moor on the moor
[verse]
Mighty Mehmet was a Moslem and a mercenary man, making money, trading scimitar for gold,
He'd forged his reputation, fighting foes in far off lands, now for coin his bloody craft was bought and sold,
Mehmet made his way to England at the behest of a count, to do battle in that bloody civil war,
He was deadly with his musket and a demon with his blade, but the soldiers only called him Blackamoor.
[chorus]
There's a Moor, on the moor,
Ruthless riding through the fray,
And what's more he's making money with each kill,
Blood and gore, his amore,
"Devil! D'jinn!" His foes would say,
Bounty promised if his lifeblood would be spilled
[verse]
He was riding out for ruin when a bullet caught him cold, where the shot came from no man has ever said,
He was bleeding from his back as he slumped forward on his horse,
at a gallop gone, as gory stain would spread,
Near the alcove of an abbey, by Lenore the Moor was found, mired with mud, and losing blood, and fading fast,
But her fervent efforts saved him, digging out the deadly round,
He recovered, she gave succor and repast.
This next chorus and verse will connect with the original and bring the tale full circle
Like last night I was just about to go to bed and got this booger in my brain.
"there's a Moor on the moor"
And it just wouldn't get out.
So I jotted down my thoughts and got this chorus
[chorus]
He's a Moor, on the moor,
Restless riding through the night,
And what's more he's got a price upon his skull,
But Lenore, his amore,
Waiting by the candlelight,
Fervent prayers as lidless moon is watching full
But then I had to ask questions, who was the Moor and how did he get to the moor?
What is he running from? Who is Lenore and why is she his amore.
I know where I'm eventually going to get, but how to reach that place and tell the story?
So I'd sleep a little, wake up, and answer a question.
So far I've got this
Moor on the moor
[verse]
Mighty Mehmet was a Moslem and a mercenary man, making money, trading scimitar for gold,
He'd forged his reputation, fighting foes in far off lands, now for coin his bloody craft was bought and sold,
Mehmet made his way to England at the behest of a count, to do battle in that bloody civil war,
He was deadly with his musket and a demon with his blade, but the soldiers only called him Blackamoor.
[chorus]
There's a Moor, on the moor,
Ruthless riding through the fray,
And what's more he's making money with each kill,
Blood and gore, his amore,
"Devil! D'jinn!" His foes would say,
Bounty promised if his lifeblood would be spilled
[verse]
He was riding out for ruin when a bullet caught him cold, where the shot came from no man has ever said,
He was bleeding from his back as he slumped forward on his horse,
at a gallop gone, as gory stain would spread,
Near the alcove of an abbey, by Lenore the Moor was found, mired with mud, and losing blood, and fading fast,
But her fervent efforts saved him, digging out the deadly round,
He recovered, she gave succor and repast.
This next chorus and verse will connect with the original and bring the tale full circle
Posted on 10/23/24 at 9:08 am to el Gaucho
Hang in there man and always try to take care of yourself. Eventually you can get to a place where you never have to do a damn thing you don't want to. 
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